Saren was different. Gone was the rage. He did not charge without thought. He had changed. Whatever had happened in his mind, it had made him a better fighter.
Saren moved in to strike, and Agaben countered with the staff. As Saren's whip was blocked, he flicked it a different direction, forcing Agaben to pull the staff away to block it.
Saren didn't need the weapon. He reared back and punched Agaben in the face, sending the Zamorakan back across the courtyard. Agaben fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
Saren didn't stop there. He moved in to strike again, this time he stomped on the dragon plate, denting it all over. Finally, Agaben threw off the barrage of kicks and rolled out of dodge.
Agaben rose to his feet. He retaliated, spiraling through the air, and he jabbed the blunt end of the staff into Saren's chest. Saren lost his breath and stumbled back, and Agaben swiped the staff across in a vicious roundhouse blow. The staff cracked Saren in the head, sending this time the White Knight to the ground.
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